Sunday, June 7, 2009

20+ People have shared with me that they can't wait to find out what happens to Jason Tredmore. He is the main character in my upcoming novel "Strolok".

Currently the book is going through its final edit and will be unveiled by the time I attend Dragon Con in Atlanta, Georgia in September. (link on this page)

The Prologue is here for your enjoyment and to my loyal visitors I am going to share the Synopsis with you. Here it is:

This is the story of a planet named “Strolok”. The inhabitants of this planet are far advance in literature, culture and education. The scope of the planet includes lush vegetation, beautiful, futuristic buildings, and scientific advancements that would challenge your hunger for knowledge. These are a peaceful people who whenever called upon to assist another planet’s population, never shy away from lending a helping hand.Unfortunately the time for Strolok to request assistance has arrived in the form of a future threat by a warrior faction known as the Traguul. The members of this race are despicable and care not for the well being of others. When they inhabit a planet they decimate its natural resources until there is little left to support and feed their race. As soon as their planet reaches almost critical levels, they search for a new planet to take over where they can begin their life process all over again. If the chosen planet is inhabited then they develop a virus to unleash on the unsuspecting people, which cause their internal organs to fuse, leading to death by suffocation.With the leaders of Strolok having been alerted to this potential destruction, they send an emissary to Earth in the form of a young boy to gain the assistance of their people in developing an antidote to the virus.

If you have any questions that I can answer for you pleae feel free to email me at strolok@yahoo.com.

JOHN PINETTE......ENJOY!!

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The Sun is a powerful force in our Universe. It brings us light, warmth and a promise of a galaxy beyond the stars. Often we associate massive flashes of light with the reflection of our Sun's light bouncing off of another surface.

This is not always the case though, especially if you believe that we are truly not alone in the Universe. When we witness things that we can't readily explain we sometimes turn our heads and shrug our shoulders in a display of apathy.

A display such as this occurred on Friday January 29, 1982 at the Crater Lake National Park just outside of Chemult, Oregon. The snow had been falling steadily for a period of four days. The winds had been whisking about at 40 miles per hour.Then there was one of those unnatural flashes of light. This created an eerie silence as a lanky boy, just nine years old, seemed to appear from out of that flash. If he had walked to this point there would have been a distinct trail in the newly fallen snow.There was no trail and as a matter of fact the only tracks in the snow were the ones that outlined his feet where he was standing.

He began to trudge through the snow wearing what could only be described as dark brown long johns. He seemed dazed yet, at the same time, very clear about the direction that he was travelling. This boy with no identity or name seemed to be on a mission that would take him to places he had never been before.His main goal was to reach Chemult, Oregon and he had no intention of stopping until he accomplished this. As strange as it seems the extreme cold seemed to have little or no effect on him at all.

Why Chemult? What was so special about this town located at an elevation of 4,758 feet above sea level in a frozen winter wilderness in Oregon?

The town of Chemult was first opened to the local traffic in 1926 and here in 1982, with its population of only 241, offered little in the way of comfort for a nine year old boy who was all alone. This journey, although prompted by something deep inside of him, did not provide a feeling of comfort and yet he had hoped that he would at least experience a feeling of accomplishment once he reached the town.

The wind was getting stronger and he noticed a small piece of yellow paper tattered and torn from whipping about in the snow. He only stopped long enough topick up this paper..........it read:

.....With the winter season here there was a lot of fun to have. Travelling miles of open trails on snow mobiles skiing or simply hiking, but there are dangers of doing so. Please remember safety first. Do not travel alone and be sure someone knows where you are and where you are going before travelling our trails, and please read the safety rules and codes of ethics before hiking the trails...

Nightfall was near and he had already walked 38 of the 40 miles needed to reach Chemult. He was just off of Route 97 when he spotted an old barn just about 200 feet NE of his present location. Making his way to the barn he went in and found it to be totally deserted, it was a perfect place to rest for the night.

Morning had arrived and once awake the boy started to look around the barn in the daylight light to see if there was anything that was lying in the barn that he could use to assist him on his trek.

Over in the far corner of the barn he found an old metal locked box that had long been forgotten. It was all rusted out and the key was nowhere to be found. After several failed attempts to open the box the young boy closed his eyes, sat back on his tired limbs and placed the palm of his right hand on top of the box. All of a sudden a dull red glow appeared from his right palm and the box lid flew open. Strangely enough once the red glow disappeared all that remained was a faint thin black outline where the outside of the red mark had appeared on his palm. Inside of the box he found several items all of which were unfamiliar to him and it was obvious that they had been therefor a very long time.

The contents included a tattered passport with the picture missing, a pocket knife, a compass, an antique pocket watch with a broken crystal, a time-worn souvenir porcelain coffee mug with the words; "Atlanta, Georgia, The Peach State, A Perfect Place to Live", on it and a frayed map of the Metro Atlanta Area It was difficult to make out the name on the passport but with a couple of light brushes with his fingers he saw the name Jason Tredmore. This is now who this boy would become.

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From the time I was 6yrs old and my mother took me to the theatre to see “The 7th Voyage of Sinbad” in 1958 I have been drawn to and intrigued by all that is unusual. Sci-Fi, Horror, Paranormal, Monsters, Vampires, Werewolves, etc…. As I progressed through life I was taken aback by the shear genius of the work of Ray Harryhausen. He was the master of the moveable monsters like the Cyclops in the movie referenced above. Later my interests latched onto 50’s Sci-Fi black and white movies where I ran into the original “The Day The Earth Stood Still”. Whenever I watched a show or movie or read a book I literally saw myself entrenched in the story. I felt what the characters felt, saw what they saw and experienced what they experienced. It was the attraction to that which put a tiny thought into my mind to write a story. Since this time I have written my first Sci-Fi Book called "Strolok" and it is available for purchase here and I have already started a second book.